Preaching that endtime gospel.

Morose suicidal yammerings.

Just keep at it.
Keep on truckin'.
Light at the end of the tunnel, silver lining to every cloud.
But it could be, I used all that up.
The brass ring passed me by, now I'm just stuck on the carousel.
And I want to get off.
Dying to get off.
I know the trainwreck is fun to watch.
But I've grown tired and weary.
Floor show's over, clown makeup washed away.
I spend every hour in this room.
This room with white walls.
Paint them red.
Boom.

Reviews

[Ervin Stuart]

Paint them red, boom.....great image. great line,

[Chandler Seven]

I've read some of your works, this one's good, kinda lyrical in some points where i read it. Morbid, and eerie at points where agony is hidden in a clownlike manner. great work!!

*chandler